Hell Poems
Counterpoints
by Igor Vykhovanets
Counterpoints
Souls — just meat.
Mind — decayed.
Darkness speaks —
And fools obeyed.
Flesh in heaps,
And lies like rain.
Truth is gone —
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do you remember(as a child)
by Rumi Ullidov
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
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Pseudo-Science
by Igor Vykhovanets
"The Free World"
In mythic "free world" fools reside,
Without any doubts they all collide.
And in this world, they forge the hell,
Where rulers, crooks, are known too well.
The Creature buy their souls away—
To make of these the bleak array.
Fake ills it spread cloud foolish mind,
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Apocalypse's Overture: Ascending From Hell's Abyss To Heavenly Glory
by Christen Kuikoua
In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs,
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save,
To seek the path, the righteous pave.
Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,
A consequence of tongues that stain,
But just like seeds that die, then grow,
In Heaven's realm, our souls will know.
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I am hell
by Bogdan Dragos
he could count the major events
in his life on a
mangled hand's fingers
But this was one of them. The day she took him
to church.
So that's what girlfriends are for.
But he didn't like the church
didn't like the songs
didn't like the preacher and the preaching
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Counterpoints
by Igor Vykhovanets
Counterpoints
Souls — just meat.
Mind — decayed.
Darkness speaks —
And fools obeyed.
Flesh in heaps,
And lies like rain.
Truth is gone —
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Train to Hell
by Igor Vykhovanets
Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
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The ShitIceberg
by Igor Vykhovanets
Politics — the iceberg's tip:
Beneath, the beasts in shadows slip.
Let's delve into this vile abyss,
If your mind's not lost in the mist.
Three-quarters sick, mere human scraps,
Once people, now in mental traps.
Poisoned by the filth they fed,
Described herein — absorb what's said.
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The Tale Is Gone
by Igor Vykhovanets
Cracked Wide Open
Shell so thick and hollow,
Made of pure deceit.
What's inside? Just sorrow,
Fear, and false conceit.
Cramped and dim the space is
Underneath the shell.
Fear has left its traces,
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Light in the Night
by Igor Vykhovanets
The WHAT is naught, the HOW is slight,
Yet things should work a different way.
And what we have? A rotten blight—
To cast it out’s the grandest play.
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